“Dude, I’m…”“Are you deaf or something?” Damon bellowed. “I said I didn’t want to talk about it. It was a mistake. Forget it ever happ...ned.”Tristan felt his chest tighten. He felt a physical pain inside his chest. What the fuck was happening to him? He took a deep breath. Then abruptly turned on his heels and walked out of Damon’s office. He wasn’t about to stand there for a second more and disgrace himself. Because for the life of him, he didn’t know why he felt like crying.Watching Tristan. “You’re looking pretty jolly already,” Henry commented with a grin. Patrick bowed, continuing his little jig before taking up Henry’s wrist and pulling him inside. “Jollier than you, mi amigo,” he winked. “Now stop diddling about and let’s get some tequila in you.” By the time the clock struck midnight, Patrick’s group of five were thoroughly drunk and squished into the back of a taxi, headed for town. Henry and Patrick were sandwiched between Mike and Jerry, who were both lean enough to only. More

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